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I am sticking my fingers in my ears at this point any time anyone mentions anything to do with the election that is  not a FACT. Not a “poll” not an “opinion” not an “analysis.”

(Remember, you can’t write “analysis” without writing “anal” first.)

And I am repeating the mantra LaLaLa LaLaLa LaLaLa, until they cease speaking.

Because I’m sick of this. I’m sick of the fundamentally dishonest nature of trying to pass off future speculation as “news,” and “analysis.”

As I’ve chronicled, this selfsame punditocracy knew what was going to happen in February and hasn’t bothered deviating from the narrative even when confronted by facts.

I turned on the teevee this morning and realized that things HAVE changed, in this much at least:

• The Artist Formerly Known As Cat Stevens performed on the Washington Mall, at the Jon Stewart “Restore Sanity” event today.
• Last time he tried to enter the US (to see Dolly Parton in Nashville) he was yanked off a transatlantic flight in Maine, searched, interrogated and deported as a terrorist.

At any rate, all the same voices were saying the same things on the same channels, and not a goddamned bit of it was a FACT. It was just smoothsaying to kill dead air time. I guess that’s the outcome of having a 24 hour news station: fill enough empty  news space with yack and pretty soon there’s no room for news.

So, to the same stale predictions, I say this today: Generally when the everybody knows what the outcome of an election or a football game is going to be, everybody turns out to be wrong.

Not always, but often enough that it OUGHT to act as a preventative against hubris.

Our national pandemic.

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Courage.